The blazing sun continued to rise, emitting infinite light and heat, shining on the magnificent Great Temple Pyramid. The shadow cast by the pyramid gradually shrinks, leaving only the deep darkness inside the temple. The figure of the elder disappeared in the darkness, the arm of the high priest was raised in the light, and the ceremony was coming to a climax!

One by one blue sacrifices climbed onto the high platform, and bursts of enthusiastic cheers resounded through the sky. The sun **** opened his eyes indifferently. He stared at the bright colors and admired the picture scroll of life; he smoked the curling smoke of the gods, asking for tribute from the soul; he licked the burning flames and devoured the sacrifices of flesh and blood. Finally, under the high-pitched chanting of the priests, He let out a satisfied sigh, shook the world like thunder, and sent the avatar to the world!

"Boom, boom, boom! .."

On the cannon stand made of pure gold, three thick brand-new wooden cannons were aimed at the sky and ignited, and a shocking roar suddenly erupted! The gun wind swept through, and the flags of the three gods fluttered behind the gun mounts. On the flag are drawn three images of Huizilopochtli in turn: the main **** in the throne, the sun **** wearing a golden crown, and the **** of war holding lightning. This symbolizes the wooden cannon in front of him, which is an artifact bestowed by the gods!

The violent sound of cannons brought awe-inspiring divine power, causing the sky to shake, the earth to tremble, and silence! All the people in the square fell to the ground in an instant, in awe of the gods, and the envoys of various states also knelt down and saluted in horror. The high priest then loudly announced.

"Praise the Lord God! The incarnation of the Sun God, the Grand Tratoani of the Alliance, the Supreme King, come to the ceremony!"

With a grim face, Avit held the scepter in his hand and walked to the edge of the Great Temple Pyramid. He wears the king's garb with the sun painted on it, a fine obsidian tiara on his head, and an ornate gem-encrusted cloak behind him. For today's ceremony, he came to the side hall next to the Great Temple very early to prepare. It was only after the immortal elder left that he appeared as the only king.

At this moment, the king climbed to the highest peak, looked down at the ant-like crowd, and enjoyed the kneeling and admiration of the people. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His eyes swept around the pyramid, the thick wooden cannons that were still smoking, and the royal gunners who were busy reloading, nodded secretly.

"This roaring wooden cannon can shock people's hearts! It is suitable for use in ceremonies to announce the divine might of the royal family!"

Since the first time he saw the power of the wooden cannon, Avet has completely fallen in love with this new type of weapon. Rather, he admired the huge roar of the explosion.

In the eyes of the king who rules the heart, the power of the wooden cannon itself is not amazing. However, in this ignorant age of devotion to the gods, if the wooden cannon is clothed with the cloak of divinity, as an artifact bestowed by the gods, it can directly hit the hearts of the people on the battlefield, and accomplish tasks that thousands of samurai are difficult to accomplish! This time, in the battle with the Tlaxcala Legion, the roar of the wooden cannons successfully hit the morale of the opponent. And the empty cannons in the festival can also shock all peoples and countries!

Avette looked majestic and looked down for nearly a moment. The crowd in the square also remained motionless, prostrate in awe for a long time. It was not until he saw that the gunners were reloaded that the king raised his scepter and shouted sharply.

"Blessed by the Lord God, the battle of the gods is a great victory! I offer the most precious sacrifice to the supreme Lord God! That is the king of Tarasco, the Kasongqi of the Prepecha people, and the king of the gods, Suangua!"

"Sacrifice the King of Tarrasco, Suangua!...Boom, boom, boom...!".

Hundreds of priests chanted in unison, followed by three gunshots like the roar of the gods. The community priests shouted the will of God, and the 250,000 people of the capital gradually became quiet.

Then, the distant bamboo flute sounded at the end of the main road. Surrounded by nearly a hundred warriors, a total of forty strong men shouldered a wide wooden platform and slowly approached from several miles away. They walked past the houses of the commoners, passed the gardens of the nobles, passed the pyramids of the priests, and finally came to the Temple Square under the eyes of tens of thousands and the frenzied shouts of the people!

Husok clenched his spear, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the wooden platform that was getting closer.

I saw a silent young man sitting on the gorgeous wooden platform, surrounded by four beautiful priestesses. He was wearing Tarasco's condor king's uniform, with a forked kingdom feather crown on his head. Although his expression was pale, he still carried the power of being in the upper position for a long time. Under the guidance of the priest, the wooden platform specially detoured from the area where the envoys gathered, causing bursts of shocked sighs.

"Really, really...the King of Tarasco...Suangwa!..."

"He was actually captured here as a sacrifice for the alliance!"

"The kingdom of Tarasco, which has been strong for two hundred years, has ended up like this!..."

"Ah, Your Majesty!..."

The wooden platform walked slowly, Su Angua lowered his head and did not move, as if he had fallen asleep. He didn't open his eyes again until he walked through the blue sacrifice procession and heard an uncontrollable familiar cry. Familiar and unfamiliar figures of the great Tarrasco nobles appeared and disappeared in front of the king's eyes, causing his dead eyes to wave again.

"The descendants of the kingdom, the king of the condor, go to the kingdom of God together to face the ancient ancestors... Ha, that's great!"

The wooden platform slowly walked to the front of the Great Temple, and then landed heavily. Su Angua gave a tragic smile, got up from the wooden platform, and calmly welcomed the doomed fate. Step by step, he climbed the 60-meter pyramid temple; step by step, he passed hundreds of priests and warriors. All the way to the last step, the roaring holy fire reflected on his pale and calm face. Not far away, Avet raised his feather crest high, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, like a sun **** who was delighted to welcome him.

Su Angua turned his head and watched the sun rise into the sky, and there were no clouds for thousands of miles. Then, his eyes followed the sun down, illuminating the tens of thousands of small people under the pyramid. Tens of thousands of faces looked up at him with excitement and anticipation. In the heart of King Tarrakos, there was a kind of fateful realization. He suddenly recalled a fleeting thought when he watched the sacrifice of the "House of Wind" a long time ago.

"It turns out that the sacrifice ceremony that the Mexicas are famous for in the world looks like this! I actually saw the spectacular New Year's ceremony in this way..."

Su Angua suppressed the sadness in his heart and glanced at the sacrifice team for a long time. He saw several of his sons, several brothers of the royal family, but there was no small figure of Châtigny. King Tarrakos nodded silently, and finally climbed the last step, facing the King of Mexica for the first time.

"The King of Tarrasco, the blood of the Condor, Suangua, greet you! The King of Mexica."

Su Angua lowered his head, clenched his fists on his chest, and performed the etiquette of meeting kings.

"Master of the world, the blood of the Lord God, Avet Sotel, accept your greetings! The former king of Tarasco."

Arvitt was straight, his arms didn't move, he just nodded slightly. The pleasure of revenge turned into a smile at the corner of his mouth, filling his chest!

"Suanguacasucci, remember your promise!"

"Well... King of Mexica, please remember your promise too."

Avet nodded slightly. Then, he finally couldn't help holding his divine scepter high, and burst out laughing, the laughter was uncontrollable and fun!

"Haha, hahaha!"

Right in front of Avit, Su Angua slowly knelt down, without being forced by any samurai, and without taking any medicine!

"King Tarasco, Suangua, submit your submission! The king of Mexica is the master of the world! This is the promise of the Lord God!"

The high priest watched all this closely, and then shouted sharply. Soon, hundreds of priests retold it again, followed by five thousand warriors and tens of thousands of townspeople. Waves of sound waves swept outward in turn, accompanied by thousands of shouts, from the temple in the center of the capital to the edge of the floating island in the lake.

"The king of Mexica is the master of the world!"

Hundreds of thousands of citizens of the capital fell into a complete frenzy. A deafening shout rose from under the pyramid, making Avett's smile even brighter. He laughed, reaching out and grabbing Su Angua's hair. Then, with a solemn expression, he looked at the humiliated and angry eyes of the other party, and said lightly.

"The sun **** is stern and kind. Su Angua, before going to the kingdom of God, do you have anything else to say?"

Hearing this, Su Angua closed his eyes and thought for a while, before sighing and chanting.

"I have always compared myself to a condor, not a mediocre rat fish, but the kingdom perished in my hands!  …

Ah, I gallop through the water in a big boat! The ship hit a reef and was damaged, and the torrential rain caused wind and waves. The crocodile opened its mouth to fight back, and the Cardinal fled in panic. Only the loyal hummingbird falls before me, withered wings are sad...

Ah, then I know: this is the three gods who want me to be defeated, it is not the fault of the failure of the battle, it is just the final chapter of destiny! "

Listening to the king's last poem, Avit was slightly moved. With a wave of his hand, a priest took out a pen and paper and wrote down the shorthand of the poem.

"Suangua, don't worry! Your poems will be sung in epics and will be immortalized along with the Mexica's military exploits. Now, my old acquaintance, please let me personally send you to the kingdom of God!"

Suangua nodded. He took off his royal clothes, took off his traditional feather crest, looked calm, walked to the sacrifice stone and lay down. The five priests and elders skillfully held his hands and feet and pressed his body. Then Avit himself raised the black yao stone dagger and crossed a shining arc!

"what!..."

The bright sun quickly dimmed in an instant, and the cloudless sky saw no end to the depths. Su Angua trembled violently for a while, and his eyes completely lost focus. His soul turned into a wisp of blue smoke, flying along the deep sky, to the distant kingdom of God, to the ancestors who passed away...

"The descendant of the glue man, the venerable and glorious Tarasko Kasongqi, the dignified king of the gods, Suangua, has gone to the kingdom of the sun god!"

The high priest shouted loudly, and the sacred announcement echoed in the temple.

"He left a final verse: I will follow the will of the sun god, and face the defeat of the gods calmly. The people of Prepecha are destined to join the alliance, and this is the final chapter of fate! ... Praise him, heroic King! He converted to the Lord God before he died, and he will enjoy peace in the kingdom of God forever!"

The high priest's recitation spread far and wide, triggering a landslide and tsunami-like cheers again, as well as almost crazy prayers!

Avit stared at Su Angua's falling body, smelled the blood on the tip of his nose, and let out a long, faint sigh. At this moment, he looked at his old friend's bright red stained on his left hand, and he was inexplicably a little lost, and his sentimentality flashed away.

"Your Majesty, this poem?..."

The priest holding the pen wrote quickly and recorded the high priest's version of Suangua's posthumous poem again. Next, he looked at two different versions of the poem and asked for the king's decision.

Hearing this, Avit's expression sank, and he regained his calm in an instant. He took the original manuscript of the poem from the priest's hand, read it one last time, shook his head lightly, and plunged into the roaring holy fire.

"Just as the high priest said, record the epic and sing it all over the world!"

The ensuing sacrifice was as before, grand and brilliant, **** and splendid, fanatical and unforgettable. The ritual sacrifice of the duel between nobles, the dance sacrifice of the girls crying, the sacrifice of the main god, and the sacrifice of the harvest on the lake... The nobles and royal families of the Patzcuaro Lake District were wiped out, and the old rulers went to The Kingdom of God has also taken away the old dream of the Tarasco Kingdom.

There was a sound wave after wave in the wide square. There were the excited cheers of nobles, the heroic roar of warriors, the sincere hymns of commoners, and the fearful screams of foreigners. When the sun slowly slants west and the sky reflects the red glow, the ceremonies are temporarily suspended.

Arvet raised his scepter solemnly, and the chants of the priests sounded at the right moment.

"The sun **** has a red smile. He is satisfied with the sacrifices of the nobles! ... Now, all the states of the alliance, contribute to the king! All the tribes in the world, present gifts to the king!"

Under the guidance of the samurai, the envoys of the various states of the alliance moved forward to offer this year's tribute to the supreme king. When they walked to the pyramid, they looked at the high head of Queus, and they were in high spirits and proud of the strength of the alliance; when they looked at the head of Tepetel hanging for a while, they were afraid and in awe of the strength of the king.

Husok's expression was awe-inspiring, frozen like a sculpture. Aristocratic envoys from the various states of the alliance passed by his side, and their gazes were both awe-inspiring and alienated. It was not until Barda, who sealed the country in the lake, passed by, that he stopped for a while and bowed his head respectfully to the deputy head. Husock nodded slightly in return.

Following the procession of the envoys, Barda ascended the magnificent Great Pyramid. On the platform in the middle, he presented the tribute to the state of the lake: a pair of sturdy bronze middle armor, a close-fitting bronze dagger, two sacrificial brass ritual vessels, and two boxes of huge shining pearls. There are also several ancient collections of the Tarrasco royal family. Then, the eagle warrior took out a thick scroll and handed it to the king's personal guard, which recorded the details of the large tribute.

Soon, Avit on the pyramid unfolded the scroll. He just glanced slightly, and when he saw the words "six thousand catties of copper", he raised his stick and nodded in satisfaction. Barda then fell to the ground and paid homage to the king who was standing high, then turned around and turned back.

The tributes from the states of the alliance are the same as in previous years, and can be divided into delicate tributes to the royal family and large tributes to the alliance. Soon after the establishment of the feudal kingdom in the lake, food, wood and stone were in short supply. The tribute requested by the alliance is mainly copper material, which is a special product of the lake area and is widely used.

Then came the foreign envoys from all the ministries in the world. Dressed in various costumes, they came to the pyramid one after another. When they looked at the raised head of Cueus, they were afraid, fearing the strength of the alliance; when they looked at the head of Tepetel hanging for a while, their fear became fear, and they were afraid of the cruelty of the Mexicans.

In terms of kinship, the first to pay tribute were the loyal vassals of the Alliance, the Jontars and the Vasteks. Then came the disloyal vassals, the Mistec Alliance.

The Mistec envoy carefully sent a huge wooden board. Avette took a brief look and nodded slightly. Mistec not only made up all the tribute owed during the Western Expedition, but also donated a large number of feathers, dyes, spices, fruits, gold and precious stones from the rainforest. The king raised his divine scepter expressionlessly, and the other party was relieved and fell to the ground to pay homage.

The same goes for the Zapotec and Trapanic. For these unfaithful vassals, Avit has already kept them in mind, but it is not yet time to settle accounts. Until the Ottopan envoy made a tribute on behalf of the Otomi people, and humbly surrendered to the worship. A faint smile appeared on the king's face, and he remembered his long-lost brother.

"Tisok, my brother, the Otomi have surrendered to me..."

After the vassals, the Gentiles. The first is the revered holy city of Cholula. Then came the Totonaks of the seashore.

"The descendants of the glue people, the envoys of Totonak, meet the king of Mexica, and pay tribute to the jade ring of the ancestors of the glue people! This is a fetish of the last era!"

Qingyue's chanting sounded loudly. The high priest held up an ancient topaz ring and showed it to the crowd. Afterwards, Yuhuan was packed in a silver box and carefully sent to the temple for collection.

The annual tributes of the Totonaks are ancient artifacts. They occupy the ruins of the Olmec civilization, and there are as many ancient cultural relics as they want, and they are also sold to the outside world from time to time. This kind of tribute is beneficial and inexpensive, and the Mexica Union is willing to accept it, which is more cost-effective than paying a large amount of gold, silver, cotton, spices, and grain.

What's more, even if the real ancient cultural relics are used up, they can still make their own cultural relics. Of course, in the face of a powerful alliance, the Totonaks would not risk the wrath of the king, and the tributes were genuine.

This year's festival is extraordinarily grand, with hundreds of foreign envoys, the largest ever. There were noble chiefs of the northern and southern Tecos tribes, the headmen of the plateau dog, the patriarchs of the eastern rainforest, and even the Mayan merchants as envoys!

The last offering was the envoy of the Tlaxcalans of the East. This is also the first time that the Tlaxcalans have sent envoys to the Alliance after a lapse of decades. The messenger wore clothes similar to those of the Mexicans and bowed his head humbly. He made a precious tribute, and then raised his hands high, offering a wooden board full of patterns. Avett took it for inspection, but it was an atlas for summing up.

"Praise the **** of war in Mexica! Offer your valuables, your daughter, Princess Tarrasco, withdraw the frontier army... Kow down and ask for peace."

"Haha, UU reading www.uukanshu.com come from all directions, the overlord of the world!"

Avett laughed proudly. At this moment, he is the supreme king who oppresses the world! The Federation of Mexica controls four million people of various state ministers, and nominally vassals three million people from the Quartet, and is entering its peak under his rule! And he, Avit, is the Grand Tratoani of the Alliance, the lord of the world of seven million people!

In the sound of laughter, the king stood on the top of the high temple, watching the sun go west. The sky and the ground in front of him were a mighty bright red, like the magnificent kingdom of God in mythology. As the incarnation of the sun god, he looked down at the "ant colony" on the ground and held the divine staff high again!

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Three gunshots shook the sky, sending the sun away, and making countless "ant colonies" kneel and bow their heads, turning into waves under the king's feet.

"I am the incarnation of the Lord God, and I am the only king who controls the sky, the earth and the lake!"

Aveit shouted up to the sky, holding the divine scepter high in his hand, and under his feet were all the people crawling. There are two flames in his eyes, and they want to burn all over the sea and the whole world!